Sunday, 22 March 2009

Z is Remarkably Cheerful

It's all gone jolly well today. Lots of families in church - mind you, free bacon sandwiches were on offer, need I say more? The funny thing is that we started with just a couple of rashers and five slices of bread, but after feeding dozens of people, some with second helpings, there was still a lot left over. Hmm.

This afternoon, we finally got going in the greenhouse. I know, terribly late, but that's the way it is. I'm old and lazy and busy, and whilst I used to start sowing seeds in propagators really early, I usually found that there was a cold snap and I had great difficulty keeping the seedlings warm. It is still a week or so later than I meant to be, but I don't care that much. I mean, I care, but not that much. It will all come good in the end.

Tonight, Ro is cooking dinner. I think we're having goat cheese tart, baked potatoes, roasted sweet potato, garlic and shallots, and calabrese. Ooh, that reminds me, do you say callabreeze or callabraisee? Or do you cop out and say broccoli? I had to get my own wine though. I asked for some, but the Sage forgot.

Tomorrow ... let's see. I'm meeting friends for lunch - that is, I'm picking up two on the way and six of us are having lunch together. Then I'm looking after the children for a bit. That seems enough for a day's work. Tuesday, I'm taking and fetching Squiffany to/from nursery school and I've a meeting in the evening, so I've no excuse not to do some work in between whiles. Wednesday, I'm having my hair cut. How often do you have your hair cut? Mine seems to get shaggy in no time. Then I'm going to meet Ro in John Lewis to look at televisions. Mainly for screen sizes. I keep telling him he can choose, but he insists on involving me.

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Copyright

Oh, what's the problem? This is hardly Great Literature. I'd appreciate anything taken from here being acknowledged, and I might change my mind if I'm suddenly proclaimed as the Literary Queen of the Blogosphere - but I probably wouldn't. Do what you like, just as long as it doesn't extend to defamation of anyone, even me.

Actually, you want to pass off what I say as your own, I might even be flattered. Let's face it, who cares anyway?